Late September Sketches Poem by DM W
Late September Sketches
It rained earlier.
The fragrant leaves of autumn
Cast magical spells.
The traffic is subsiding.
The early evening
Streets are damp, cold and grey
And yet somehow I
Still hear green rhythms flow so
Gracefully within
Nature's subtle music. Birds
Are absorbed in flight.
The sunset has turned golden
In late September.
I listen to the wind as
It whispers and then
Absorb the last rays of light.
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8/12/2025 9:59:04 PM # 1.0.0
Your poems are beautiful